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 Senegal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Index,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti,
E-Dancer,
David Axelrod,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Goldenarms,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
Section 25,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.