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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 This Heat to the crunk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Nas,
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
Fat Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cure,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.