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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Lou Reed 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 Althea and Donna to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
Chris Corsano,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
Suicide,
The Associates,
The Martian,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.