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 Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Dave Gahan 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
10cc,
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
Fugazi,
Marcia Griffiths,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Faust,
Slave,
Roxy Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minnie Riperton,
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.