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 Greece and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 The Monochrome Set to the grime 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
Negative Approach,
Wire,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
Carl Craig,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.