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 Gambia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
Barbara Tucker,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
The Durutti Column,
Junior Murvin,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
Malaria!,
The Smoke,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.