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 Iraq 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barclay James Harvest 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
The Gap Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
Connie Case,
Nik Kershaw,
Aswad,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
T. Rex,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.