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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 The Selecter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Black Sheep,
the Association,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
Index,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.