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 Oman and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Mary Jane Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
Can,
The Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Excepter,
Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.