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 Saudi Arabia 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Donald Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
Alison Limerick,
Barbara Tucker,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
Gang Green,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
Masters at Work,
Qualms,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.