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 Somalia and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
Cecil Taylor,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Fela Kuti,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
Television,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.