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 Haiti and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alarm Clocks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
Visage,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
Main Source,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.