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 Lebanon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maurizio to the punk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
Altered Images,
Warsaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Carl Craig,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.