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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
ABC,
Scion,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.