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 Tajikistan and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Johnny Clarke,
Audionom,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blancmange,
Chrome,
Slave,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.