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 China and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Radiopuhelimet 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
X-102,
Darondo,
Rekid,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig,
Funky Four + One,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
Icehouse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC'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.