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 Benin and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 The Shadows of Knight to the punk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kenny Larkin,
ABBA,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
Nas,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Cybotron,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas,
Yellowson,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
Magazine,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
A Certain Ratio,
Mission of Burma,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.