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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lyres to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Japan,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yazoo,
ABC,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.