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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 10cc to the grime 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
Second Layer,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
Lightning Bolt,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Skarface,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.