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 Germany and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
Cameo,
Blake Baxter,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
John Foxx,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
cv313,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.