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 Australia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scion to the grunge 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
Unwound,
The Fall,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.