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 Gabon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 New Order to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
The Misunderstood,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
Chrome,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
The Move,
Cal Tjader,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.