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 Turkey and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Khruangbin to the punk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
Index,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
Soft Machine,
Parry Music,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
Model 500,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.