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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Bourne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bauhaus,
the Sonics,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
the Swans,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alton Ellis,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
Althea and Donna,
The Gun Club,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
a-ha,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.