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 Portugal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Unwound,
The Martian,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5,
The Black Dice,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
Angry Samoans,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
LL Cool J,
Yusef Lateef,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
F. McDonald,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.