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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance 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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scratch Acid,
The Names,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q65,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Nico,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
Unwound,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.