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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
KRS-One,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra,
Massinfluence,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.