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 Greece and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Todd Terry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
Severed Heads,
Cluster,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
cv313,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.