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 Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jerry's Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Maleditus Sound,
Pole,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Dolphy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Newcleus,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
The Slackers,
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
This Heat,
Liliput,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.