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 Maldives and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moody Blues to the punk 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.