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 Grenada and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Desert Stars,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
Massinfluence,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camouflage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
Rakim,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.