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 Malta and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Doors 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
David McCallum,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.