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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Ossler,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
Ituana,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Searchers,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
Yellowson,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.