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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Gong to the rock 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
Brick,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.