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 Portugal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
EPMD,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Certain Ratio,
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
Swans,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
Can,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
Ice-T,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Slick Rick,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.