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 Poland 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Radiohead to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cymande,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
Max Romeo,
Gabor Szabo,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.