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 Monaco and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jacques Brel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.