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 Netherlands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
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 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 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 the Bar-Kays to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
The Fall,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
Monks,
Wings,
Talk Talk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Massinfluence,
Patti Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.