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 France and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quantec to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
The Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
Rekid,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
Magazine,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.