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 Norway 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Procol Harum to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
Barbara Tucker,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
The Sound,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Model 500,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
Siglo XX,
The Buckinghams,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
Bobby Byrd,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.