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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Jacques Brel,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Martian,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kas Product,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.