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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pantaleimon to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
Technova,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.