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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Bill Wells to the disco 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
Nirvana,
Monks,
ABC,
Stetsasonic,
Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
The Toasters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.