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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Flipper,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.