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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wally Richardson to the techno 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
The Slits,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
Magma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.