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 Armenia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
The United States of America,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-102,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
Groovy Waters,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.