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 Austria and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Urselle to the jazz 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
Amazonics,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
The Buckinghams,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.