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 Egypt and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oblivians,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
Crime,
Brick,
Black Moon,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League,
OOIOO,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.