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 Mexico and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
James White and The Blacks,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.