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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
The Move,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Minutemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
Pole,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.