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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 K-Klass to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
The Stooges,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Easy Going,
Kerri Chandler,
Eden Ahbez,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.