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 Brazil and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Darondo to the grime 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Charles Mingus,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.