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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Warren Ellis to the rock 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
Sällskapet,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Boredoms,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
Scion,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.