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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Womack to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
ABBA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Slave,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
Graham Central Station,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
Khruangbin,
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.