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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Scrapy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
the Normal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Visage,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.