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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Black Moon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Ossler,
the Association,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Wings,
Liliput,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.