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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Fatback Band to the crunk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Japan,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
Minutemen,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
The American Breed,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.