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 Tanzania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Harmonia to the funk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
T.S.O.L.,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
The Seeds,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
Wings,
John Foxx,
Cymande,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.