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 Iceland and from New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Smiths to the grime 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
Ludus,
Franke,
Josef K,
10cc,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
Joey Negro,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.