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 Spain and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bush Tetras to the rock 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
Iggy Pop,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
Yaz,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
Pulsallama,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.