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 Micronesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Moon 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
Gong,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.