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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
Harmonia,
ABC,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
Erasure,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Human League,
UT,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.