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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Velvet Underground,
Anakelly,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Saccharine Trust,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure,
UT,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Names,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.