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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Joe Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Rekid 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Black Pus,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
Smog,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.