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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
UT,
Little Man,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
Excepter,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.