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 Botswana and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 the Slits to the rock 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
cv313,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.