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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Procol Harum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Smooth,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
World's Most,
Wire,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.