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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Arthur Verocai to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Cameo,
Slick Rick,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
Pole,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
ABBA,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camouflage,
Index,
Drexciya,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.