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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 The Sound to the electroclash 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Basic Channel,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Funky Four + One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
Magazine,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.