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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Livin' Joy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Tears for Fears,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Slave,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
Television,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
The Smoke,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.