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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
Schoolly D,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour,
Symarip,
Magma,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.