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 Peru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Cybotron to the grunge 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Wyatt,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
Minnie Riperton,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.