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 India and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Connie Case,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Scrapy,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
JFA,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Magma,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.