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 Ireland and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Severed Heads to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
Arthur Verocai,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
Gong,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
Crispian St. Peters,
Carl Craig,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
Aswad,
Rapeman,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.