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 Ireland and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Franke to the grunge 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.