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 Libya and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
Half Japanese,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cramps,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Techniques,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
The Index,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.