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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pet Shop Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
Black Sheep,
The Remains,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Little Man,
8 Eyed Spy,
cv313,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Yusef Lateef,
Skaos,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.