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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cosmic Jokers to the grime 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian 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?
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Niagra,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
New Order,
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Kas Product,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pop Group,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
Aswad,
B.T. Express,
Thompson Twins,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liliput,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.