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 Korea North and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magazine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
Toni Rubio,
Faraquet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
Stiv Bators,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
AZ,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.