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 India and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 New Christs 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
T. Rex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
Joey Negro,
Marine Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Busters,
Whodini,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.