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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Franke to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
Television,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
Blancmange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.