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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 The Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
The Moleskins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.