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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skarface,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.