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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
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 spring reverb 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 Marmalade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
The Slits,
Symarip,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
Patti Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Colin Newman,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
Audionom,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
The United States of America,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.