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 Gabon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Organ to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
Deakin,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
Fugazi,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
Mandrill,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
B.T. Express,
Bill Wells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.