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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Niagra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.