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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Blossom Toes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Sherman,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
L. Decosne,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.