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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Franke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Beau Brummels,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
Rapeman,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.