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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Lyres to the crunk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Niagra,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
Chrome,
Mars,
Aural Exciters,
Liliput,
Gang Green,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Swans,
JFA,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
the Association,
Grauzone,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.