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 Latvia 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 This Heat to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.