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 Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 The Happenings to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
Model 500,
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
Monks,
Marmalade,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.