Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cuba and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Babytalk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.