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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Los Fastidios to the grime 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
One Last Wish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dual Sessions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
Gang of Four,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.