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 the UAE and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 J.B.'s to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
The Real Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
The Angels of Light,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.