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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Index,
Fluxion,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
The Offenders,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Television,
Magma,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
Ronnie Foster,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.