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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 The Vogues to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
Blancmange,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masters at Work,
MDC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
Pole,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.