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 Switzerland and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
Ten City,
Yaz,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.