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 Bolivia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
The Moody Blues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.