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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
EPMD,
Wings,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
Das Ding,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.