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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Saints to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Rundgren,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
Yazoo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Anthony Braxton,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.