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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dave Clark Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pop Group,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
10cc,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Index,
Organ,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cluster,
The American Breed,
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Kurtis Blow,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.