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 Namibia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Outsiders to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
Barrington Levy,
Jawbox,
Moebius,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
Magazine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.