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 Switzerland and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rap 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
Crime,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Ronan,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mummies,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
Unwound,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.