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 Syria and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Scientists to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
Urselle,
The Techniques,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
Au Pairs,
Japan,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
F. McDonald,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.