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 Denmark and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Sound Behaviour to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
Pole,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
Pagans,
EPMD,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q65,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
Can,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Swans,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.