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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rock 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
Todd Terry,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
Newcleus,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.