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 Brunei and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the disco 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
Japan,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
The Slackers,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.