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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
Sällskapet,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
The Human League,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.