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 Chad and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mad Mike,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
Deadbeat,
Can,
The Standells,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unrelated Segments,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.