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 Morocco 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 AZ to the disco 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
John Holt,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monks,
The Associates,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
Agent Orange,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
a-ha,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.