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 Micronesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 AZ to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.