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 France and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
Hasil Adkins,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
The Saints,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.