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 United States and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 This Heat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-101,
Interpol,
John Foxx,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Connie Case,
Byron Stingily,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.