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 Kenya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
Procol Harum,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.