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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Lille and Halifax.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Schoolly D to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger,
Procol Harum,
The Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Don Cherry,
The Toasters,
Ponytail,
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
Sarah Menescal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.