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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Clear Light to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.