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 Palau and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dirtbombs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Magma,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gap Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
The Slits,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.