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 Finland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange to the grunge 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
X-101,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
Stetsasonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
Niagra,
Kaleidoscope,
Make Up,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.