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 Benin and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
Soft Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
Isaac Hayes,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
Index,
Minny Pops,
Dark Day,
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.