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 Barbados and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 John Cale to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
The Gun Club,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
Infiniti,
Whodini,
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.