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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q65 to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
Yusef Lateef,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
OOIOO,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Suicide,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.