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 Congo and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ludus,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
Motorama,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.