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 Yemen and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Gang Green to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
Brick,
The Names,
Tommy Roe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marine Girls,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.