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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Technova to the disco 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne,
Procol Harum,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Gichy Dan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.