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 Chad and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
The Names,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
The Litter,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
Franke,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.