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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Amazonics to the grunge 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
Spandau Ballet,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.