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 Ghana and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
Matthew Bourne,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young,
Television,
the Association,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.