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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Boredoms 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
June Days,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
Crime,
The Invisible,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Almond,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.