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 Iceland 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
AZ,
DNA,
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
The Fugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
MC5,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
New Order,
Suburban Knight,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Hood,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.