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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Simply Red to the dance 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
DNA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
The Evens,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.