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 Gabon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Althea and Donna to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
The Index,
Ken Boothe,
Easy Going,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
MDC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
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.