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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Average White Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Roxette,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
Television,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Mantronix,
Minnie Riperton,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Kinks,
Roger Hodgson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.