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 Burundi and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
K-Klass,
Chrome,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Normal,
Can,
Fat Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
the Slits,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Half Japanese,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Starr,
Scan 7,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.