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 Argentina and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Terry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monks,
Nas,
Rufus Thomas,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.