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 Australia and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Yellowson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
the Slits,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rakim,
PIL,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
Lakeside,
Wire,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
The Mummies,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.