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 Oman and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Albert Ayler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
In Retrospect,
Supertramp,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
Susan Cadogan,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.