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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
Lalann,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.