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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kaleidoscope,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
The Fugs,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.