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 East Timor and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
Franke,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The American Breed,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
Cymande,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust,
Magazine,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.