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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mummies,
Wings,
ABBA,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
Cheater Slicks,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
Pantytec,
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.