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 Oman and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 EPMD to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.