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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
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 Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
X-102,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reuben Wilson,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül II,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.