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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Schoolly D to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
Q65,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fall,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
Hardrive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed,
Crime,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.