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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mad Mike to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
AZ,
Bluetip,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
Skriet,
Gichy Dan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
June of 44,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
Flipper,
Index,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
Liliput,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
Ultravox,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chrome,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.