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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Nils Olav to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts 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?
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skriet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.