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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
L. Decosne,
Fat Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
Pagans,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.