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 Serbia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nico to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Japan,
The Index,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Bourne,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
The Names,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.