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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Eric Dolphy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres 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?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Young Marble Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
Steve Hackett,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.