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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Wire,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
Slave,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
The Martian,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
Magazine,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monks,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.