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 San Marino and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Nils Olav to the disco 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Motorama,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
La Düsseldorf,
Zero Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Walker Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.