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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rap 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
Interpol,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.