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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Royal Trux to the techno 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
Gong,
Whodini,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monolake,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
MDC,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
Kayak,
The Residents,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.