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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the punk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
Q65,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
Marvin Gaye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
The Red Krayola,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
Joey Negro,
Marmalade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.