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 Poland and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 K-Klass to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maurizio,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.