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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 H. Thieme to the disco 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Albert Ayler,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control,
Zapp,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.