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 Albania and from Paris.
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 Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Yaz 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
Pantytec,
The Evens,
Q65,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rekid,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.