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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
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 oboe 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 Qualms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
Altered Images,
Scion,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Section 25,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.