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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Absolute Body Control 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Davy DMX,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.