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 China and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Carl Craig to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
Icehouse,
Babytalk,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
Deakin,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Germs,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.