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 India and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 the Bar-Kays to the disco 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
The Moleskins,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
John Lydon,
Pussy Galore,
The Invisible,
Television Personalities,
The Cowsills,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
Average White Band,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Con Funk Shun,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.