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 Egypt and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
Anakelly,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.