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 Maldives and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Brothers Johnson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
The Index,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Flash Fearless,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
Q65,
The Happenings,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
Scrapy,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.