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 Madagascar 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Laurel Aitken 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
Panda Bear,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
Sandy B,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
Amazonics,
Bluetip,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.