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 India and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Jandek to the crunk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
ABC,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ten City,
Q65,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.