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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
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 güiro 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Kinks,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Index,
The Gories,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
The Five Americans,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Drexciya,
Faust,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lower 48,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Model 500,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.