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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Erykah Badu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sugar Minott,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warren Ellis,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
The Litter,
UT,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.