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 South Africa and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cybotron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magazine,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
In Retrospect,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.