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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
cv313,
MDC,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.