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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
Das Ding,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
AZ,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.