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 Honduras and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Electric Prunes 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
CMW,
Parry Music,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
Qualms,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.