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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Oneida to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
Cybotron,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
Babytalk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.