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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Dorothy Ashby to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
D'Angelo,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
Aloha Tigers,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
Kayak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.