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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
The Remains,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
Urselle,
Bauhaus,
Kool Moe Dee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Qualms,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yazoo,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
This Heat,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.