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 Samoa and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Bang On A Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
Ten City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
Swell Maps,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pere Ubu,
Ituana,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.