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 Burundi and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Funkadelic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
Sarah Menescal,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.