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 Turkey and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Leonard Cohen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Symarip,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Smog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Mills,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.