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 Benin and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Fluxion 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Skatalites,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Albert Ayler,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
Roxette,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
Pylon,
Smog,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
UT,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.