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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
CMW,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doors,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.