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 Belize and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
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 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 Trumans Water to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
Eurythmics,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.