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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Al Stewart to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronnie Foster,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
Boredoms,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
Quantec,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.