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 Guyana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
Pere Ubu,
Cameo,
Pantytec,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
The Remains,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warren Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
Cecil Taylor,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
B.T. Express,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Can,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.