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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
Yaz,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Scion,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
Newcleus,
Alphaville,
Nas,
Subhumans,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.