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 Liberia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Crime to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Procol Harum,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
Liliput,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
Zero Boys,
Desert Stars,
Can,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
The Trojans,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
MDC,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.