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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
Dead Boys,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
U.S. Maple,
Sällskapet,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
UT,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.