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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 The Mummies to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Cluster,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scrapy,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
Todd Terry,
Kayak,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.