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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stiv Bators to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Inner City,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
Erasure,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Toasters,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.