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 Mali and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rotary Connection to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
JFA,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.