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 Togo and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Organ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yaz,
Darondo,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.