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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crime,
The Gladiators,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
KRS-One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
DNA,
David Bowie,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.