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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 MC5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
Adolescents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.