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 Philippines and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Easy Going to the punk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pere Ubu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
MC5,
Skarface,
UT,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
The Fall,
Shoche,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.