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 Portugal and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Sällskapet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Nirvana,
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
Urselle,
Janne Schatter,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
Hoover,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
Bluetip,
Q and Not U,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
June Days,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.