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 Australia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music,
Y Pants,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
Rekid,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
The Durutti Column,
Alphaville,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.