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 Sudan 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Motorama to the disco 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
Todd Terry,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
Clear Light,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.