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 Liberia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
Ponytail,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
Rapeman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
DJ Style,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
This Heat,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mars,
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.