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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Techniques to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Scientists,
10cc,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
Don Cherry,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
CMW,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.