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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Doobie Brothers to the dance 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
UT,
Lalann,
Connie Case,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
Susan Cadogan,
Warsaw,
Vainqueur,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.