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 Peru and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magma to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
MDC,
Hoover,
Jandek,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
The Cramps,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
Roxette,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
Television,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.