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 Moldova and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Accadde A to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
the Association,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
Thompson Twins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.