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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Kinks to the grime 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod,
Crime,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.