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 Senegal and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Brothers Johnson 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci,
The Golliwogs,
Interpol,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
The American Breed,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.