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 Australia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 The Names to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
UT,
Fela Kuti,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
D'Angelo,
Fatback Band,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Kas Product,
The Litter,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.