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 Macedonia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Copeland to the dance 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Crash Course in Science,
Eddi Front,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Laurel Aitken,
AZ,
Maleditus Sound,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
Sugar Minott,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.