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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
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 arpeggiator 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 Cluster to the techno 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-101,
EPMD,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
The Red Krayola,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
Gong,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
the Sonics,
Erasure,
Shoche,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.