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 Hungary and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
the Human League,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
Pussy Galore,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.