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 Hungary 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fear to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pylon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.