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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
Eli Mardock,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
The Fugs,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.