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 Lesotho and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Crash Course in Science to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput 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?
Model 500,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Index,
the Swans,
AZ,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
Flash Fearless,
Nas,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
Schoolly D,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.