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 Congo and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Camouflage to the dance 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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
The Saints,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
Index,
The Techniques,
DNA,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
The Pretty Things,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.