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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Suicide to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cameo,
Neu!,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Bananas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.