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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Holt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Arcadia,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
Whodini,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
The Young Rascals,
Adolescents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.