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 Peru and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 The Fuzztones to the disco 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
Scan 7,
Nico,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
The Black Dice,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
Yaz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
Aaron Thompson,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
The Sound,
Icehouse,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.