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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Pagans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
June Days,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics,
Organ,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette,
the Normal,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.