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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Smoke to the rap 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gabor Szabo,
The Names,
David McCallum,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
Pole,
Erasure,
The Standells,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.