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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Robert Görl to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
the Association,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
DNA,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Theoretical Girls,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
Sound Behaviour,
Erasure,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.