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 Switzerland and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
Nico,
Whodini,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
Scientists,
Marmalade,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.