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 Israel and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
the Slits,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
Babytalk,
PIL,
Yazoo,
Dawn Penn,
Q65,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.