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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 T. Rex to the grime 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
Alphaville,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
Kerri Chandler,
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
Rosa Yemen,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
The Index,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.