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 Slovenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
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 arpeggiator 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Crooked Eye,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
The Index,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
Q65,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
Surgeon,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
Eve St. Jones,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.