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 Korea North 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Trumans Water to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
Scientists,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.