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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Godley & Creme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
Nirvana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
Neu!,
Urselle,
Fear,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
Parry Music,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.