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 Chile and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.