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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
The Fall,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
Moebius,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.