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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Barry Ungar to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
Hasil Adkins,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerri Chandler,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.