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 Botswana and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
CMW,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
Marmalade,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.