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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Moody Blues to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
The Young Rascals,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
Talk Talk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.