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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Cymande,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Schoolly D,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
Sixth Finger,
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.