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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 10cc to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Television,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
The Wake,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.