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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Radiohead to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
Fluxion,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
Blancmange,
D'Angelo,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angry Samoans,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.