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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Q and Not U to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
In Retrospect,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
Camberwell Now,
K-Klass,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.