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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 E-Dancer to the crunk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
China Crisis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
Popol Vuh,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Mills,
10cc,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
Black Moon,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
the Association,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yaz,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.