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 Argentina and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlback,
PIL,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.