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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Delta 5 to the rock 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
Organ,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Tommy Roe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.