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 Brunei and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 The American Breed to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
Franke,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reuben Wilson,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.