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 Dominica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David McCallum to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
Q65,
Half Japanese,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
The Offenders,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
Subhumans,
PIL,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
the Germs,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.