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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 The J.B.'s to the rap 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
Slave,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skaos,
Unwound,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.