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 Thailand 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 This Heat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
Index,
DNA,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.