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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-102,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
Tommy Roe,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.