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 Portugal and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Zeros to the punk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
Bluetip,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
Joey Negro,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deepchord,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.