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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alison Limerick,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
Ludus,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.