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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Smog to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
Massinfluence,
the Swans,
Deadbeat,
Gang Starr,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Names,
Smog,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
ABBA,
John Cale,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marmalade,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
Chris & Cosey,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
UT,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.