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 Guyana and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Five Americans 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
June Days,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
These Immortal Souls,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
Gong,
Skaos,
Cheater Slicks,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
EPMD,
Urselle,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
La Düsseldorf,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.