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 Liberia and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kayak to the rap 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.