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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
Organ,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.