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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nirvana to the jazz 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
Swans,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
Buzzcocks,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
The Selecter,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
The Trojans,
Pole,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
Unwound,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
Deadbeat,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.