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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Soul II Soul to the crunk 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
AZ,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Piero Umiliani,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
Q65,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.