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 Colombia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Quando Quango to the electroclash 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q65,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
The Toasters,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
This Heat,
Main Source,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.