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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Dorothy Ashby to the techno 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
JFA,
Intrusion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.