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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Average White Band to the grime 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
Brass Construction,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
Ultravox,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
Quando Quango,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
Inner City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.