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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Smiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
Thompson Twins,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Harmonia,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Pierre Henry,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.