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 Ireland 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Scratch Acid,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
Crime,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
the Association,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
CMW,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
Brothers Johnson,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.