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 Yemen 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reuben Wilson to the jazz 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Josef K,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
Hot Snakes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tommy Roe,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
X-101,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalo Schifrin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Icehouse,
Crime,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
Magma,
MC5,
David McCallum,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sight & Sound,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.