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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 The Angels of Light to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
ABC,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
Outsiders,
DNA,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
Wings,
Trumans Water,
Yellowson,
Dawn Penn,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moss Icon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.