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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 The Kinks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
Theoretical Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Moon,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quando Quango,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
Second Layer,
Yaz,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.