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 Zimbabwe and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 The Trojans to the grunge 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Slick Rick,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
Ohio Players,
Cameo,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.