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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Pierre Henry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.