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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
MDC,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
the Normal,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q and Not U,
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.