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 Colombia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
Moebius,
The Gories,
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Eden Ahbez,
The Associates,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
Das Ding,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.