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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slits to the disco 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
John Lydon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cramps,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
a-ha,
Q65,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
Gang Starr,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
the Human League,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
Procol Harum,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Ossler,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.