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 Kazakhstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.