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 Algeria and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Moody Blues to the grime 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Lungfish,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Move,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Skatalites,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Ponytail,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.