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 Belize and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 The Cramps to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
Howard Jones,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.