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 Austria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June of 44,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
The Litter,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
Goldenarms,
Newcleus,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
Suburban Knight,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
Wire,
Subhumans,
New York Dolls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
Guru Guru,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.