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 Macedonia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funkadelic 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Alphaville,
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Hardrive,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
Subhumans,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
Ultimate Spinach,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.