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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
Brick,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
ABC,
Rites of Spring,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Altered Images,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.