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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
Unwound,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
Deakin,
Can,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
Technova,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
La Düsseldorf,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.