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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
Archie Shepp,
Funkadelic,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Cymande,
Model 500,
New Order,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.