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 Australia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Accadde A to the crunk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
Wasted Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.