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 Colombia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
Television Personalities,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
Quantec,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
The Move,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
The Techniques,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.