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 Poland and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Mummies to the rock 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
Radiohead,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
Urselle,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.