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 St Lucia and from London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Starr to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
Quando Quango,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
Scion,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
ABC,
James White and The Blacks,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.