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 Botswana and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Lyres,
Grauzone,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
Slave,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
X-102,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
Eddi Front,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
Interpol,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.