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 Chad and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Cluster,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.