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 Uganda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Rotary Connection to the disco 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
The Litter,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.