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 Pakistan and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
Average White Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
The Misunderstood,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
Babytalk,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
Television,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.