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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
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 Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
Rekid,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
Pierre Henry,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.