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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Supertramp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association,
Archie Shepp,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.