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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skriet,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
Ice-T,
UT,
Siglo XX,
MC5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.