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 Belarus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rekid to the punk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
Junior Murvin,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.