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 Netherlands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 The Monochrome Set to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
Q65,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quantec,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.