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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Move to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Crime,
D'Angelo,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
The Black Dice,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.