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 Cyprus and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Barbara Tucker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Byron Stingily,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.