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 Lithuania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Michelle Simonal to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May 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?
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
The Angels of Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Das Ding,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
The Cramps,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scrapy,
the Slits,
Lyres,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.