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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Can to the punk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Qualms,
This Heat,
Franke,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.