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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Rekid to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
Delta 5,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
JFA,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.