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 Botswana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Bar-Kays to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
Radiohead,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
The Barracudas,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rapeman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
Section 25,
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
Joe Smooth,
Amazonics,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.