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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Divine Comedy to the grime 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers 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?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Anakelly,
Gastr Del Sol,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
Swans,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
Crime,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Dennis Brown,
the Bar-Kays,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
Visage,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.