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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Procol Harum to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
DNA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
B.T. Express,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
Television,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
Josef K,
Kayak,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
Darondo,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.