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 Russia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
A Certain Ratio,
The Saints,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monks,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.