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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Carl Craig to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
kango's stein massive,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
Black Moon,
The Move,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
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.