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 Albania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
kango's stein massive,
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
Nas,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.