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 Kenya and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Bush Tetras to the rock 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
Rekid,
Massinfluence,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
The Fortunes,
The Gories,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.