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 Cuba and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 KRS-One to the jazz 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
JFA,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
Nico,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABBA,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.