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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Harmonia to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
Blake Baxter,
Television,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Whodini,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
Boredoms,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.