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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 AZ to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
The Cramps,
Josef K,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick Morgan,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
Flipper,
The Pretty Things,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
The Offenders,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
June Days,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
Oblivians,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Morten Harket,
Quadrant,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
10cc,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.