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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Icehouse 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw 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 rock 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.