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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
Ituana,
Schoolly D,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harmonia,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
T.S.O.L.,
Cluster,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Jacques Brel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.