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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Icehouse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
Swans,
The Selecter,
Nas,
Oblivians,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Television,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
Goldenarms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.