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 Canada and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moss Icon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
Can,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fall,
Urselle,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.