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 Tajikistan and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fear to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
The Zeros,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings,
Scientists,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
Grey Daturas,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.