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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Organ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
The Vogues,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moebius,
Jeru the Damaja,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Wings,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
Godley & Creme,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.