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 Andorra and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monolake to the jazz 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Audionom,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
Organ,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
The Techniques,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.