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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
MC5,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
Delta 5,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.