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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
Scion,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Kayak,
cv313,
Excepter,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
Nico,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.