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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Piero Umiliani to the dance 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
Magazine,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Soft Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.