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 Mauritania and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Supertramp to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
World's Most,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Judy Mowatt,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Qualms,
The Saints,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.