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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Isaac Hayes to the jazz 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
Ludus,
Quantec,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
the Sonics,
Chrome,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.