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 Lithuania and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Black Dice to the rap 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Neil Young,
Magma,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
Suicide,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
Q65,
Chris Corsano,
Mr. Review,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
Black Flag,
the Sonics,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
Black Sheep,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
Hot Snakes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.