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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ultra Naté to the dance 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
Joyce Sims,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
The Young Rascals,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker,
Pagans,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.