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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sällskapet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.