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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erykah Badu to the disco 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suicide,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Skarface,
Wings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.