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 Tonga and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Minnie Riperton 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Alison Limerick,
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Zapp,
Porter Ricks,
Malaria!,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.