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 Gabon and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joyce Sims to the jazz 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.