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 Monaco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Pretty Things to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
Section 25,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
Bad Manners,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
The Slits,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doors,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.