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 Grenada and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bad Manners,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.