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 Uruguay 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Cecil Taylor,
David McCallum,
The Names,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Whodini,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Music Machine,
Q65,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
UT,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
Eli Mardock,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage,
Soulsonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.