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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
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 Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Essential Logic to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
Index,
Quantec,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Zapp,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.