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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Mad Mike to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
Interpol,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.