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 Greece and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Little Man to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
Nas,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
Albert Ayler,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
June of 44,
Pole,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.