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 Zambia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yellowson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Wyatt,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
Grauzone,
Model 500,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.