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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 KRS-One to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
ABC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
Shoche,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.