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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Hashim 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
Arthur Verocai,
The Remains,
The Vogues,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
This Heat,
Pagans,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.