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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
ABC,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Aural Exciters,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Scan 7,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
Icehouse,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
Essential Logic,
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.