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 Ireland and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick Morgan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
cv313,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Thee Headcoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ice-T,
The Gap Band,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.