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 Australia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Techniques to the funk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Starr,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Crime,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
MDC,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.