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 Pakistan 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Procol Harum to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
Hoover,
the Association,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
Josef K,
Altered Images,
Freddie Wadling,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
Slave,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.