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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fire Engines,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
Slave,
Television,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
Fear,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.