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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Reuben Wilson to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
The Techniques,
Pagans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Danielle Patucci,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Camouflage,
June Days,
The Sonics,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.