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 Malawi and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
Faust,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.