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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
Motorama,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Busters,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
PIL,
The Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
Wally Richardson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
The Fugs,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.