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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Deadbeat to the techno 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Shadows of Knight,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
Aswad,
The Vogues,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
UT,
Tom Boy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Alice Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.