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 Greece and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Skaos to the punk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
The Index,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.