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 Sri Lanka and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Animal Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
Skaos,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
KRS-One,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
Make Up,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.