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 Syria and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Y Pants to the electroclash 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
The Martian,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Icehouse,
Erykah Badu,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
Scan 7,
CMW,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
The Kinks,
the Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.