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 Swaziland and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Jandek,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
Warsaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
Angry Samoans,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacques Brel,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.