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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Brick,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
The Martian,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minny Pops,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.