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 Belize and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eric B and Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Style,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scion,
Clear Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.