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 Denmark and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Invisible to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
June of 44,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
the Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.