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 Fiji and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Red Krayola to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
New Order,
the Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
X-101,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reagan Youth,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.