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 Gabon 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Underground Resistance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vladislav Delay,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Swell Maps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mo-Dettes,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Massinfluence,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.