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 Panama and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson,
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
X-102,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
Organ,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.