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 El Salvador and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 The Martian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.