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 France and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Scientists to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oblivians,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantytec,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.