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 Seoul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
The Victims,
Blancmange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
T. Rex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
Can,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
Cluster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.