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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Terry Callier to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
John Cale,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Babytalk,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.