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 the UAE and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
MC5,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
Quadrant,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.