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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Duran Duran to the jazz 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiohead,
June Days,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
Albert Ayler,
Inner City,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mars,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.