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 France and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Letta Mbulu 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
The Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
Echospace,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.