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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Soulsonic Force to the disco 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Das Ding,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.