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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
Pagans,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
AZ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
Index,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
Derrick May,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
Can,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
Quantec,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.