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 Brazil and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 L. Decosne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
Alphaville,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
Shoche,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
Model 500,
Scientists,
Donald Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
Make Up,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots,
The Kinks,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.