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 Mali and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fall to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
Funky Four + One,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
The Associates,
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Don Cherry,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
MC5,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.