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 Belize and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grime 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
D'Angelo,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
Lyres,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pop Group,
Niagra,
UT,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Hot Snakes,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.