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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Black Dice to the funk 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Desert Stars,
Section 25,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
Yellowson,
The Names,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
Nico,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.