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 Belarus and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alison Limerick to the grime 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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
Shoche,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Livin' Joy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
a-ha,
Deakin,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.