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 Belarus and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Selecter,
ABC,
Ice-T,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Letta Mbulu,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
Shuggie Otis,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
Bad Manners,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.