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 Argentina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
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 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 Jeff Mills to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
AZ,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
The American Breed,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.