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 London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wings to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
Hardrive,
MC5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
The Names,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
Index,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.