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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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?
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
Ludus,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
Unrelated Segments,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.