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 Iran and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
Livin' Joy,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
Ornette Coleman,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
DNA,
Magma,
X-101,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Near,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.