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 Latvia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
DNA,
Von Mondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ossler,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Adolescents,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
The Saints,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.