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 Spain and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 The Tremeloes to the funk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
John Holt,
The Residents,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
Monks,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.