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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Dawn Penn,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Urselle,
10cc,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits,
Excepter,
The Gories,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Amazonics,
Barry Ungar,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
Yaz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
The Leaves,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.