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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
Tim Buckley,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Loose Ends,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
June Days,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.