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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aloha Tigers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.