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 South Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
New Order,
Quadrant,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up,
Y Pants,
The Gladiators,
Shoche,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
The Motions,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.