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 Gabon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
Patti Smith,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.