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 Armenia and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
Kayak,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Essential Logic,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.