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 Kosovo and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
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 spring reverb 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 Morten Harket to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
Whodini,
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
cv313,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Harmonia,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
Model 500,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
Spoonie Gee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.