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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
Smog,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
Ultravox,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.