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 Australia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Nas to the grime 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Ten City,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Little Man,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
The Barracudas,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.