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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monolake to the jazz 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
Pylon,
X-102,
Urselle,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
Au Pairs,
Oneida,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.