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 Korea North and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
Cameo,
Technova,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oblivians,
The Litter,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
Adolescents,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.