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 Zimbabwe and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Symarip,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül,
Delon & Dalcan,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
the Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
Suicide,
Little Man,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Hill,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.