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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the electroclash 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
The Standells,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.