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 Brunei and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
Scrapy,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.