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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Godley & Creme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
Echospace,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quando Quango,
Eric Dolphy,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
Can,
Pylon,
ABBA,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
EPMD,
Bauhaus,
The Gun Club,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.