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 Palau and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jerry Gold Smith 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
Agitation Free,
Banda Bassotti,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.