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 Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-101 to the disco 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marine Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
Saccharine Trust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.