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 Iceland and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Morten Harket to the disco 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
Japan,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Black Sheep,
Wasted Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
Excepter,
Q65,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.