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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick May to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yellowson,
Stetsasonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
Quantec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Scientists,
the Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.