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 Mongolia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Parry Music to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Ornette Coleman,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.