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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Kinks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby 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?
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
The Evens,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donald Byrd,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
U.S. Maple,
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
Clear Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
Dark Day,
DNA,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.