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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Negative Approach to the electroclash 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
Scrapy,
the Normal,
Average White Band,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
Magazine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
The American Breed,
Deepchord,
Tom Boy,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.