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 Zambia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pere Ubu to the grime 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
UT,
Fluxion,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Lightning Bolt,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q65,
Yazoo,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.