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 Afghanistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Davy DMX to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin,
The Techniques,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.