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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Barrington Levy to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
John Cale,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
the Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magma,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.