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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sandy B,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.