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 Serbia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Simply Red to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
ABBA,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
Slave,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.