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 Swaziland 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Echospace to the rap 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
UT,
Babytalk,
X-Ray Spex,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
Hot Snakes,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
Q65,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.