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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grunge 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
Laurel Aitken,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Niagra,
Darondo,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.