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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Slick Rick to the rock 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
David Bowie,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.