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 Ghana and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
KRS-One,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
The Standells,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
the Human League,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
Deepchord,
Nils Olav,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
Peter and Kerry,
the Slits,
The Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.