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 Iran and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
D'Angelo,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.