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 South 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
U.S. Maple,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
Siglo XX,
The Selecter,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MDC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.