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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Danielle Patucci to the funk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Offenders,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
New Order,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Jawbox,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
Magazine,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.