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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gong to the funk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Half Japanese,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
Sandy B,
Unwound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul II Soul,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.