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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moss Icon,
Minor Threat,
The Cure,
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
Japan,
DNA,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.