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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Gladiators to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Yaz,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
Television,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
the Bar-Kays,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
Groovy Waters,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.