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 Panama and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Easy Going to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
Deepchord,
Nas,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
Gabor Szabo,
Shoche,
Lakeside,
Q65,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Martian,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
Darondo,
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.