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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
The Sound,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
Blossom Toes,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
The Monks,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.