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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
Q65,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.