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 Japan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nils Olav to the dance 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
Cameo,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.