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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 DNA to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
LL Cool J,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio,
Sandy B,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.