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 Yemen and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal,
Dark Day,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
Mo-Dettes,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.