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 Kuwait and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens 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?
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
Sarah Menescal,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
Althea and Donna,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
Anakelly,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
Fear,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.