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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp 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?
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Holt,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Andrew Hill,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
ABC,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.