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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DNA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
Alice Coltrane,
Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DNA,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronnie Foster,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.