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 Morocco and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Wire to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
10cc,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
Moss Icon,
Ultravox,
UT,
Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Hashim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
Darondo,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.