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 Switzerland and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The United States of America to the techno 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
Outsiders,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
The Names,
The Associates,
Magazine,
Loose Ends,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.