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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Laurel Aitken to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Barbara Tucker,
Alphaville,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
48th St. Collective,
The Vogues,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
La Düsseldorf,
Q65,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.