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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Half Japanese to the rap 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
The Music Machine,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.