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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Ultra Naté to the rock 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
LL Cool J,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
EPMD,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
Skriet,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.