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 United States and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
The Cramps,
Reagan Youth,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kayak,
The Gap Band,
The Misunderstood,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
In Retrospect,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.