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 El Salvador and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the punk 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
EPMD,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
JFA,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gregory Isaacs,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.