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 Malaysia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Vogues to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
Pantaleimon,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
The Residents,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.