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 United States and from Paris.
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 Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Y Pants to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
The Happenings,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Qualms,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
the Normal,
Suicide,
Scion,
Little Man,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra,
The Fugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Heaven 17,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.