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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Jandek to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine,
Oneida,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
Lalann,
John Cale,
Scientists,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
Circle Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.