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 Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Alphaville,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
Quadrant,
The Trojans,
Fela Kuti,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
10cc,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.