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 Suriname and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Sandy B to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Swans,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
Juan Atkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
Lungfish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.