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 Kuwait 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 Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Essential Logic to the disco 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
The Slits,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
Quadrant,
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.