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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 T. Rex to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Rod Modell,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hashim,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.