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 Afghanistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Deepchord to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
Ronnie Foster,
Rufus Thomas,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.