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 Laos and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Monolake to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
the Germs,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
Alice Coltrane,
Babytalk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cybotron,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.