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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dave Clark Five to the disco 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Brick,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
Peter & Gordon,
Colin Newman,
Minutemen,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.