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 Botswana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Radiohead to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Buzzcocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
Underground Resistance,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.