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 Turkey and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Toasters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count 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.