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 Zambia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Big Daddy Kane to the dance 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
The Seeds,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
June Days,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.