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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nico to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Ronnie Foster,
The Remains,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.