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 China and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 David Bowie to the techno 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Second Layer,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
DNA,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skaos,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.