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 Bahamas and from New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
Roxette,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.