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 Maldives and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
The Move,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.