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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
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 808 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
Nils Olav,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
the Normal,
The Martian,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gladiators,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
The Dead C,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
Monolake,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.