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 Iran and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Mandrill,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
UT,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Organ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hoover,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
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.