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 Argentina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ossler to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
F. McDonald,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lakeside,
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Can,
The Gories,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.