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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Suicide to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Soft Cell,
Zapp,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Average White Band,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
Section 25,
the Swans,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
Gong,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.