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 Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Josef K to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
a-ha,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
OOIOO,
MDC,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
Bobby Sherman,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
the Association,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
MC5,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.