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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
The Dirtbombs,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
Pharoah Sanders,
Symarip,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.