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 Iceland and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 FM Einheit to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Fear,
John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
Infiniti,
Supertramp,
Jacques Brel,
DNA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters,
Hoover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.