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 Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Newcleus to the techno 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
Lightning Bolt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Niagra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
Delta 5,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.