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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 L. Decosne to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Panda Bear,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
ABC,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
Stereo Dub,
Babytalk,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
Simply Red,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Juan Atkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gories,
UT,
Gong,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.