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 Brazil 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Names to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Mantronix,
X-Ray Spex,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
Minor Threat,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tears for Fears,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.