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 South Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Scientists to the disco 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fugazi,
Technova,
Ronan,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.