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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Khruangbin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
the Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
X-102,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.