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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
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 Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Stooges to the electroclash 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Knickerbockers,
Von Mondo,
Hashim,
ABBA,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
Aswad,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.