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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Tremeloes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
DJ Style,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
Intrusion,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.