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 Brazil and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Vainqueur to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Halsall,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
Index,
Faust,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.