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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
Gong,
Roger Hodgson,
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.