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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Ten City to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
Oblivians,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
Whodini,
Rapeman,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
Mr. Review,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.