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 Zambia and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MC5,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
Rekid,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Mr. Review,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.