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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marmalade to the punk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
The Human League,
X-101,
Magazine,
Hashim,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo,
Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
Soft Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.