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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Darondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
Don Cherry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
10cc,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
Panda Bear,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.