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 Japan and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Faraquet to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Cameo,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magazine,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
Minutemen,
X-101,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
the Germs,
Monks,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
EPMD,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.