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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Banda Bassotti,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
Darondo,
Index,
China Crisis,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
Moebius,
Oneida,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
The Slits,
The Searchers,
Fear,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
Niagra,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.