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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Motorama to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Josef K,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
Aswad,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & 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.