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 Bahamas and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Q65 to the dance 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy Collins,
The Toasters,
Crime,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
Boredoms,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.