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 Dominica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
Faust,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
The Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
Nico,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
AZ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
cv313,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.