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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ludus to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
cv313,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
Au Pairs,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.