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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Cowsills,
Robert Görl,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
The Gap Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monks,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
Al Stewart,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
Pole,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.