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 Bahamas and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 ABBA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men 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 crunk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
Alice Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
Sarah Menescal,
Yazoo,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
Organ,
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci,
D'Angelo,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
Roxette,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.