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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Circle Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Infiniti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bluetip,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.