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 Russia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Rotary Connection to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.