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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
The Grass Roots,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Joy Division,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.