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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Joey Negro to the dance 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5,
AZ,
June of 44,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
Mars,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.