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 Italy and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Suicide to the jazz 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
Arcadia,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
Moebius,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scan 7,
The Index,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
Zapp,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.