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 Cuba 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Smog to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Gladiators,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scrapy,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
The Cure,
The Move,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.