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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 The Martian to the dance 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Gong,
The Busters,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
Brick,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
DNA,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.