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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quadrant to the rock 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
B.T. Express,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker,
The Knickerbockers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barrington Levy,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.