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 India and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nirvana 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Fall,
Ten City,
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Flag,
Heaven 17,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.