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 Paraguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
Make Up,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
The Searchers,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
The Evens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantaleimon,
Scion,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Porter Ricks,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.