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 Gabon 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sällskapet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
The Blues Magoos,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Tres Demented,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.