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 Thailand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Pharoah Sanders 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Scrapy,
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.