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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Sister Nancy to the grime 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
Index,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
JFA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
Kurtis Blow,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
Malaria!,
The Smoke,
Faust,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Half Japanese,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Darondo,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.