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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zero Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
Television,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
Franke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.