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 Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eurythmics to the grunge 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
Althea and Donna,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
Fear,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.