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 Austria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Doors to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
Toni Rubio,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
Urselle,
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
the Swans,
Technova,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
Gong,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.