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 Kenya and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Khruangbin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
Fear,
Icehouse,
Quando Quango,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.