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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moleskins to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
Talk Talk,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ponytail,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.