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 Brazil and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
Minnie Riperton,
Main Source,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monks,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
Swans,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
OOIOO,
New Order,
Wire,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index,
Zapp,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.