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 Hungary 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lindisfarne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Faraquet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
Section 25,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.