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 Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Swell Maps to the grunge 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
Archie Shepp,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
Wasted Youth,
Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cure,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.