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 Niger and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Slave to the grime 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sparks,
Can,
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
The Slits,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
New York Dolls,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Axelrod,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.