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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 The Red Krayola to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
Schoolly D,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mummies,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
Cymande,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
Deadbeat,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.