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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Saints to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Hill,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
Slave,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp,
Qualms,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.