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 Kenya and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
the Sonics,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
FM Einheit,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.