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 San Marino and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
The Star Department,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Near,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.