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 Venezuela and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 The Alarm Clocks to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Vainqueur,
Mark Hollis,
Can,
The Evens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.