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 Benin and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
Bill Near,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Young Rascals,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
Nirvana,
OOIOO,
Ronnie Foster,
D'Angelo,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
H. Thieme,
The Smoke,
Mars,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers,
Black Flag,
Alphaville,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.