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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Babytalk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fugazi,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantaleimon,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.