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 Dominican Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Yusef Lateef to the rock 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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
Faust,
T. Rex,
The Durutti Column,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
Bad Manners,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.