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 South Africa and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Prince Buster to the techno 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.