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 Spain and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 L. Decosne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
Deakin,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Clear Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.