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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Yusef Lateef to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall 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?
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Nico,
The Slackers,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index,
Yaz,
Sparks,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.