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 Slovakia and from London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Morgan to the grime 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Golliwogs,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
The Tremeloes,
The Pop Group,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Ossler,
Suicide,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Sister Nancy,
Oneida,
Kayak,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.