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 Slovakia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Section 25 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
Fear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dual Sessions,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
Subhumans,
Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.