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 United States and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
DNA,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
X-101,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.