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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Simply Red to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
Basic Channel,
the Swans,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marmalade,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
Ponytail,
Henry Cow,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
June Days,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.