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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Remains to the disco 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Smiths,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
Nas,
Fatback Band,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
X-102,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.