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 Chad and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Wire,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Vainqueur,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
Chris Corsano,
The Buckinghams,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
Thompson Twins,
Quando Quango,
The Selecter,
Erykah Badu,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Grauzone,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald,
Technova,
The Searchers,
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.