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 Tonga and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
LL Cool J,
Hashim,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
Barbara Tucker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Grauzone,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.