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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minor Threat to the crunk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685,
Tom Boy,
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Black Flag,
Symarip,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
Scientists,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
Scion,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.