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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
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 organ 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 Mars to the electroclash 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Standells,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minnie Riperton,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.