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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
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 rhodes 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
Hoover,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Sister Nancy,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
Dennis Brown,
Traffic Nightmare,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chrome,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Machine,
the Germs,
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.