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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
DJ Sneak,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
Skriet,
Nas,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
Donald Byrd,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.