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 Korea North and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
The Smiths,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ludus,
Can,
Symarip,
World's Most,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Finger,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.