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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cramps to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
The Saints,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
JFA,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
Symarip,
Letta Mbulu,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
Y Pants,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.