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 Yemen and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lungfish to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
Fat Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.