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 Gabon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Hutcherson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Can,
Excepter,
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
U.S. Maple,
Q65,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flipper,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.