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 Hungary and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Motorama to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
Rapeman,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
OOIOO,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
T.S.O.L.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.