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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
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 harpsichord 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
LL Cool J,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
UT,
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
Section 25,
Robert Hood,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Techniques,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.