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 Lithuania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Deakin to the jazz 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
Pylon,
Soft Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
Grauzone,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
Ludus,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.