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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Derrick May to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
Eden Ahbez,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
Niagra,
The Pop Group,
Roxette,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
Model 500,
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
Al Stewart,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.